'Hurt' is such a strange polythene bag
which never gets
dissolved into the earth's crust
When touched it makes a squeaky
noise, when burnt it exudes a
pungent smell,
when left to itself it pollutes the
environment.
Just like the polythene bag
his 'hurt' too melts down
with a little touch of warmth.
But deep inside the grief's
garbage bin far away from
gaze the germs of the disease
keep on growing.
The polythene bag
remains buried within
Only the pain caused by the 'hurt'
keeps coming back
again and again.
Writer ✍️
[ Durga Prasad Pandey ]